“Weak” Tig Trager x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) SMUT / Violence . . .

You could see it in his eyes, it had been a tough day. The tension in his shoulders was visible from the kitchen as you watched him hang his kutte on his coat rack and lean down to untie his boots.

“You okay?” you asked, stepping around the kitchen island and closing the distance between you as he stood from kicking his boots off. You reached out to touch his arm, but he shrugged you off, “M’fine,” he grumbled, moving past you and into the kitchen, “Dinner done?” he asked, gesturing to the lasagna that was sitting on the stove, cooling. You took a deep breath, it wasn’t your fault he was being short, he was just stressed. “Its cooling, but its finished. Sit down, I’ll fix your plate,” you forced a smile, gesturing to his kitchen table.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “Alright,” he sighed, plopping down at the table as you approached the stove to dish out his meal. You sat his plate down in front of him along with a freshly opened beer and squeezed his shoulder before you returned to plate your own food.

On days like this, being with Alexander Trager was a tough job. It became even tougher when taking into account the fact that you weren’t his wife, old lady, or even his girlfriend. You were just his favorite croweater, the one he allowed to spend the night and didn’t kick out in the mornings. You had made it clear recently that you wanted more, and he had seemed open to it, you just had to keep your cool and take his bad moods in stride. You needed to prove your worth to him.

You sat down with your plate and a glass of water; across the table Tig had his head down, shoveling the food you prepared in his mouth. You chuckled, causing him to look up, “I guess it’s good then?” you smiled. “Too much sauce.” He shook his head, looking back down and continuing to eat. “I made it just like I usually do,” you spoke softly, looking down at your own plate which tasted fine.

“Obviously not.” Tig grunted, tossing back his beer and letting out a belch. He stood from his seat and pushed his plate away from him as if he was disgusted. You watched, trying to keep your cool, as he pulled another beer from the fridge and walked into the den to plop down on the sofa.

Just like that your appetite was gone. You pushed your plate away and stood up, taking a deep breath and walking lightly over to him. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, placing your hands on his knees and while his head that was once leaned back against the seatback tilted down to look at you, you whispered to him. “Talk to me?” you pleaded, meeting his eyes.

“Nah…” he sighed, looking away and taking a swig of his beer.

“Tig I just--”

“--You just what? You’re not my old lady. I don’t owe you anything.” His words stung like the tears that you were trying to hold back as they welled up in your eyes. “K….” you huffed sadly, standing up and walking back to the dining room to gather the plates none-too-quietly to put them in the sink.

“Right. That’s how you get to be an Old Lady by throwing a fit like a fuckin’ baby when your feelings get hurt.” Tig bit out over his shoulder in your direction.

You threw your water glass in the sink, causing it to shatter as your top finally blew. You were livid. “I don’t deserve this Tig!” you cried out, breathing heavily, your anger bubbling over at how easily he insulted you over and over again.

“You’re right,” he said, standing up from the couch and turning around to face you, “So why are you here?” he asked.

You let out a humorless laugh, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You know what? I’m done with your abuse.” You stomped towards the door, struggling through your anger to put your own boots on as Tig continued to make things worse.

“I hope you’re not bluffing, thinking I’m gonna beg you not to go.”

“No. Tig. I wasn’t expecting that from an asshole like you!” You didn’t care about pissing him off anymore, in fact, you wanted to piss him off like he pissed you off.

“I’d rather be alone anyway!” his voice was getting louder.

“Well you’re getting your wish,” you answered matching his volume, “I’m gone.”

“Am I supposed to be sad?” he was bitterly mocking you now, getting louder.

“No,” you spat, “And neither am I because unlike YOU, I won’t be alone tonight.”

“So?!” Tig growled.

“So! Your. Dick. Ain’t. Shit!!!” You yelled finally before turning and fumbling for your keys in your purse, your anger boiling over making your hands tremble and your breathing unsteady. You could feel the uneasiness in the air as Tig processed the last words you spoke.

“...... What did you say?” His voice was shaking lividly as he questioned you through gritted teeth. He was still standing at the sofa, his fists were clenched, and his jaw was set.

“You heard me,” you growled as you continued to look for your keys.

With that, Tig was striding over to you, his eyes were intense and furious. You were actually afraid for your safety but you held your ground, swallowing your fear and looking him in the eye as he stepped toe-to-toe with you.

“You wanna say it again,” he was daring you.

“Your dick,” you paused, studying his face, “is weak.” Your top lip curled into a scowl before turning into a menacing smile. Of course you were lying, but insulting Tig’s manhood was the only card you had to play, so play it you did.

Tig looked down, tilting his head to the side and cracking his neck. His mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out as he shook his head and flexed his hands, talking to himself.

You had just begun to turn around to leave Tig standing there in his own company when he grabbed your arm, spinning you back around to face him, and pushed you backwards. You couldn’t help the squeak that left your throat as your back hit the door and you threw your free hand up in front of you defensively.

It was Tig’s turn to laugh humorlessly, “It’s not smart to piss someone off who can beat your ass.” You squirmed against his grip, “Tig, let me go.”  His grip was bruising your arm as you tried to pull away.

“Unh Uhh,” he growled, pushing you with even more force against the heavy wooden front door, securing one hand around your throat as he did, and leaning into you, “Remember who you’re talking to, who I am. And next time you decide to get your feelings hurt, remember who you are,” he whispered aggressively in your ear as your chest heaved, both with residual anger from your altercation only moments ago, and now in fear of what Tig was capable of when he was truly angry.

He let go of his grip on your arm, but his other hand remained clasped around your throat as he pulled his face away from your ear to stare into your eyes with his piercing blue ones, his alcohol-ridden breath ghosting across your face while he watched you.

There was a beat of silence where you thought he might let you go and tell you to get out, but then out of nowhere he pressed his lips against yours. Shocked, you tried to pull back but his grip around your neck tightened as he held you in place and stepped in closer, pressing his body against you. He reached up with his free hand, roughly grasping your breast and squeezing it through your shirt as he ground his hips into you. You could feel him becoming hard through his jeans as he rubbed against you. Soon your fear gave way to excitement, his touch eliciting an involuntary moan to escape your mouth. “You like that? Huh?” he whispered against your lips, and you nodded while his fingers uncurled from around your neck and shot down to your jeans to unbutton them.

“You dirty little girl….” he growled, kissing you again but harder this time, biting your bottom lip as he did.

He shoved his hand inside your panties, moving his lips from your mouth down to your neck and biting down on your pulse.

“God, Tig…” you panted, looking up at the ceiling as his assault on your neck continued and he circled your clit with his middle finger. As quickly as he began, he removed his hand from between your legs, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your head back to look into his eyes. He kissed you one more time.

“On your knees.” he scowled.

“Fuck you,” you spat, scowling back at him.

He grinned menacingly in response, licking his lips before forcing you down by your hair and unbuckling his own belt to pull his dick out.

“Come on,” he ordered. You just stared at him.

Tig let out an exasperated growl, “You’re just making it worse for yourself.” He warned, yanking you back up to your feet and dragging you into the kitchen.

He stopped when he got to the dining room table, stepping aside and pushing down on your back to bend you over.

“Don’t move,” he warned, moving behind you and jerking your jeans and panties down. You had to stifle a giggle as he delivered a smack to your ass cheek, soothing the sting with a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Just as the sting began to subside, he bit down harshly, causing you to moan loudly.

“You like that?” he mumbled against your skin, “But I’m weak, remember?” he taunted you before pressing his mouth against your exposed core.

“Ohh fuck Tig,” you moaned aloud, your nails scratching at the tabletop you were pressed against as he worked his tongue against your center.

“God… Don’t stop.” You breathed, pressing your ass back against his tongue.

Tig pulled away from you, a low chuckle coming from his throat as he did. He knew how much you hated being teased and he was punishing you for insulting him. He stood up behind you, kicking his own jeans off and stroking himself as he traced the bruise forming on your cheek from his bite.

You began to stand up from your doubled-over position but Tig had other plans for you, placing his palm between your shoulder blades and pushing you back down, “I said…. Don’t move.” he warned as he ran the tip of his length across your entrance.

“Dick ain’t shit, huh?” he asked, as he pushed inside of you and you gasped at the intrusion.

Tig chuckled at your reaction, “What was that baby?” he taunted as he thrusted inside you, making you yell out.

“Shh….” Tig cooed as he stilled himself inside you, “Be quiet, doll. This weak dick shouldn’t be making you scream…” you could hear his smile in his voice as he began to move again. In an attempt to keep quiet, you covered your moans with your hand as he set a fast and violent pace, pounding into you. You knew he was trying to make you moan, scream, yell, and you knew you really wanted to, but you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. Your body betrayed you though, as your orgasm approached quickly, rippling through your body as your inner muscles spasmed around his dick. You turned your head to the side, a silent ‘Oh’ etched across your face as your knuckles turned white from the grip you had on the table.

Tig bared down on you, reaching forward and tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back so he could press his lips to your ear.

“Tell me the truth, doll,” he teased, “you love this dick.”

You couldn’t keep it in anymore, you let out a moan as he bit down on the shell of your ear, “I love it, Tiggy.” “You fucking love it?” “Yes baby I love it!” You answered just as he shoved his dick in you one last time before pulling out and spilling himself all over your ass. His free hand squeezing tightly on your left cheek while he stroked himself. The two of you let out a sigh at the same time, finishing in a snicker.

Tig slapped your ass, “Get off my table, girl,” he joked, beaming at his job well done.

You turned to him as you stood from the table, kissing him briefly on the lips before walking down the hall to his restroom.

“Hey, start my bath water while you’re in there!” he yelled to you as you reached the bathroom door.

“Watch who you’re ordering around, weak dick,” you winked at him from the doorway as his expression fell into a scowl again and he started down the hall after you.

“You are one hard-headed bitch,” he growled, a smirk beginning to pull at the sides of his mouth as he reached the doorway and pushed you inside the bathroom.

“Birthday Sex”

Tig Trager x Reader  (GIF isn’t mine)

SMUT!!!!

This is for you doll @mjcumberbatch Happy (early) Birthday!

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[Your Perspective]

“Your birthday is coming up…” he trailed off as he held the phone to his ear.

“Yes it is,” you smiled in response, “but you know I’m not big about birthdays Filip.” You could tell by how awkwardly he brought up the subject that he had something in mind. You were hoping he’d come back to Easterhouse to visit the family, but you knew that was a long shot. Filip hadn’t been back since he left as a teen. You were the only family he was even close to anymore. The rest had labeled him a black sheep and moved on with their lives without him.

“So why don’t ye come out here an’ spend your birthday in California?”

You saw that request coming from a mile away, “I don’t know Filip I–” “–Lass you haven’t visited in years. Me an’ the guys, we all miss you… Tig too,” he added, causing you to blush. There was a teasing tone in his voice that antagonized you. Chibs knew you had a small crush on his outlaw brother, but he also knew, unbeknownst to you, that Tig had grown fond of you the last time you visited on your birthday four years ago.

“Alright, fine,” you spoke finally, feigning annoyance, “I’ll come. I’ll text you my flight details when I know them.” “I’ll be waiting at the airport for you when you land, lass,” Chibs smiled and hung up the phone, pushing away from the desk in the office at TM and walking out into the garage where Tig, Bobby, Opie, Clay and Jax were all working on bikes and cars for customers. “Just got off the phone with (Y/N)…” Chibs paused as he saw everyone’s attention turn to him, but none’s head whipped around quicker at the mention of your name than Tig Trager. Chibs grinned, “…She’ll be joinin’ us in Charming for her birthday next week.” “That’s really good, brother,” Clay smiled, patting the Scotsman on the back, “It’ll do you good to have your family around for a little while.” “Yeah…” he smiled back, looking across the garage at Tig whose mouth was agape as he stared off into space. Chibs didn’t know what it was about his younger cousin that made Tig so nervous, but it was entertaining to watch.

Top Yourself

Based on the song “Top Yourself” by The Raconteurs as requested by @girl-with-no-faith-in-medicine  Tig Trager POV Warning: SMUT! Also Tig is kind of an asshole...lol

She knew what this was when we first started it all. It most certainly DID NOT involve me getting ‘I’m lonely’ phone calls asking me to come over for more than just to get her off. She always gave it up when I showed up, I guess that was her way of saying thanks for coming over. I wonder what’s gonna happen when I stop answering the phone?

I show up like I always do. I don’t have to knock because the key is under the mat so I let myself in. She’s sitting on the couch, looking cute as ever. I see her and I remember why I don’t tell her no. She’s so hot; but if this got to be too much, or if she stepped away, I could live without her. I have a feeling she can’t live without me, not anymore. If I’m not around to fuck her to sleep, hold her through the night, she’d lose herself. She can’t deal, she can’t do it alone. She’s unraveling now and I haven’t even pulled away…yet.

I walk over to her, sit down beside her on the couch and she snuggles up close to me, throwing an arm across my stomach, but it doesn’t last long. Like I said, I’m not here for the company, I’m here to get my dick wet. I kiss her, running my hand up her thigh to cover the heat between her legs as I shift my weight to push her onto her back and lean over top of her. I tug her pants down her thighs as she rids herself of her shirt before falling back again and waiting for me to kick my jeans and boots off. I stare her down as I unbutton my shirt and she starts playing with herself, looking up at me for approval before pushing a finger into herself and closing her eyes. My dick is ready for her and I palm it though my boxers, stroking it a couple times while I watch her before I push them down as well and kneel on the couch in front of her. I reach out and run my hands across her bent knees, pulling them apart further and pressing my lips against the inside of her thigh. I hear her whine as I pull on her flesh with my teeth and I smile, she equally loves and hates it when I bite. I push her legs open further and kiss overtop of her hand which is covering her center, shielding it from me. This is a game I like to play: make her move her hand without touching it. I kiss up her stomach, biting the skin covering her ribs as I make my way up to her breasts. She squirms under me as I take a nipple in my mouth, and when I roll it between my teeth she arches her back, taking a deep breath and moaning my name. Her free hand finds my back, her nails starting to dig in as I suck on the sensitive skin, but if I want that other hand to move I have to move too… up to her neck. As soon as I get to her collarbone both her hands are wrapped around me, fisting my hair and holding my shoulders. I win. My erection is pressing against her pelvis now, grinding into her as I lick a stripe up her neck all the way to her ear and bite down on her earlobe. She shudders underneath me and lifts her hips to meet my own, wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s ready now, but I’m not ready yet. Now that she is unguarded, I slide my hand down her body and across her slit, sliding my middle finger up and down her folds while she pants heavily in my ear. She wants this just as much as I do. I move down to cover her clit with my lips as I sink my finger into her, her fingers tangling in my hair and pushing me further into her as I suck, kiss, and lick every inch of her sex, my fingers moving in and out of her, opening her up and preparing her for what came next. Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, she’s gasping and grabbing and writhing under me as I remove my fingers from inside her to pin her down and finish eating her through her orgasm. She finally calms, her breathing still heavy as I line up with her opening and push in. She gasps and grips my forearms as I still myself inside her, I can’t help but smirk at the reaction she has every time I’m in her. She knows how to boost an ego. It doesn’t take long before I’m bored though, so I pull out, extending my hand to her to help her up, leading her to the edge of the couch, and bending her over the arm as I move to stand behind her. Not wasting any time, I rub the head of my dick across her slit again before pushing in again, met with that same moan. I love this position. I get to watch her grip the couch pillows, white-knuckled, as she tries to stifle the yelps and groans that rip through her throat. I can feel myself getting closer to being done but I hold back, biting my bottom lip and gripping her hips tighter. Goosebumps cover her when I rub my hands up her back and stroke the skin covering her shoulders before moving my hands up and wrapping my fingers around her throat. I pull her head back and lean down, leaving hickies all over her back and shoulder blades while I’m fucking her. She begs me to fuck her harder even though I know she couldn’t take it if I really let go, but I do it anyway, pounding into her. She gives up trying to hold back her moans, mewling and screaming when I push her down, pinning her chest down to the cushion with both hands and thrusting until I can’t hold it anymore and I pull my dick out of her, covering her ass in my cum.

After we’re through I move to pull my clothes back on. She whimpers something about its late and I should stay. She knows the sex is the only reason I’m here. She’s a good lay, but she tries so hard, too hard. I know she is trying to make me want to stay on my own. I get it. I’m the best she’s ever had, she’s told me more times than I can count. Even if she hadn’t told me I would still know just by how she acts when I leave. She wants me to fall for her like she is falling for me. She knows it’ll never happen. I’m not that kind of guy. I wonder how she will handle it once I call it quits.

I spent the night again. Just like she wanted me to. Sometimes I feel bad and give in, but we both know it won’t be for long. The clock is ticking, and this companionship has an expiration date. She is hanging on to something that doesn’t even exist, telling herself that because I don’t leave right after I get mine that there’s something between us. She is desperate, close to falling apart every time I remind her that this is temporary, that I’m not the sticking around type. I can tell she still holds onto a shred of hope when she gets up in the mornings before me, makes breakfast and coffee. I take it to go. Tell her thanks for last night, and head to work. I know she’s gonna call tonight. My phone rings for the fourth time this week. Monday, I told her I was busy - it wasn’t a total lie, I was in bed with a crow eater at the time. Wednesday when she called is when I broke it off, telling her it needed to end before she got too attached; I knew I wasn’t kidding anyone, the attachment had already manifested itself. Thursday when she called, I ignored it and texted her telling her it wasn’t gonna happen. This time I don’t answer at all. Sometimes I feel bad, knowing she got attached... Knowing I let her... But then I remember that I warned her against it. She should’ve never fucked me, cause I’m moving on and now she’s gonna have to top herself.

“Hey Bartender”

Tig Trager x Reader (GIFs are not mine) . . . It was party time at the SAMCRO clubhouse and several other charters had arrived to celebrate the clubs anniversary. Since you had experience bartending when you were in college, Jax had asked you when you arrived to help behind the bar, and honestly you didn’t mind. Being Tig’s old lady for the last five years meant you had seen your fair share of club parties and knew that keeping the alcohol flowing was essential to maintaining the fun. 

These were bikers, after all. 

There was a drunk pool tournament going on, but you weren’t concerned with that when you heard what Tig was up to. He was outside in the boxing ring, defending his title against the SAMTAZ Sgt. Half-sack had taken a spot at the door, shouting to you how he was doing since you couldn’t be out there to cheer him on yourself. Of course, Tig ended up winning by knockout and carried himself inside to show off his cuts and bruises as if they were his prize for maintaining his title. 

“Geez, babe,” you studied his face from behind the bar as he leaned on the bar from the other side, “you could’ve just said no to the fight…” you trailed off as Tig furrowed his brows at you as he hopped up on the bar and threw his legs over.

“If I said no, it would count as a loss,” he hopped down to your side of the bar and pointed a finger at his own chest, “Tig does not lose,” he referred to himself in third person as he grabbed an 1800 bottle and lifted it to his lips, taking a large gulp before placing it back down and wiping his sweaty face off on your shoulder, which was clothed in a simple sleeveless black dress.

“Ugh,” you leaned away, “Tig! Gross!”

He chuckled and slapped you on the butt before leaning in and giving you a peck on the lips that tasted metallic from the blood that stained his teeth.

“I’m gonna go change, doll. I’ll be back,” he winked at you and stalked off down the hall.

It seemed like it had been hours since you last saw your old man, and although it had probably only been 45 minutes max, you found yourself searching the clubhouse to see if he had emerged from the back room. 

As if on cue, two strong arms wrapped around you from behind and damp lips against your neck coupled with the scent of his cologne told you Tig was behind you.

“You missed the hint, doll,” he mumbled against your ear, his warm breath causing a chill to shake through your body, “I was hoping you’d come help me change.” You chuckled a little, realizing now that he had wanted a back room quickie. “Maybe I saw the hint you dropped and didn’t feel like picking it up, Tigger,” you quipped, turning around to face the man you loved who let out an amused scoff, “Is that so?” he smiled, squeezing your hips as you stared up at him, “Maybe…” you grinned back, planting a kiss on his lips. “Mmm,” he moaned against your lips, pushing your back against the bar top, his hands dipping beneath the bottom of your dress to grip your ass. “Tig!” you gasped, pulling away from his kiss. You grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away. “What, doll?” he smirked, “Nobody can see anything. The bar is in the way.” His devilish smile lit up his crystal blue eyes and you huffed, feigning annoyance, but internally you were squealing at his boldness. “Here,” he spoke putting his hands back on your hips and turning you around to face the bar, looking out towards the pool table where Juice and a Rogue River member were playing. He leaned into you, causing you to lean down against the bar top on your elbows, “Don’t move,” he whispered in your ear as he stepped back away from you for a moment. You didn’t need to look to know he was admiring your ass which was slightly poked out in this position, “Good girl,” he chuckled as he stepped to your left side, his right hand at your lower back. You turned your head to look at him, but he was looking straight ahead, “Don’t,” he spoke low and you turned your head to face forward again as his hand slid down the soft, black material of your dress, until his hand reached your bare thigh. You held your breath as he moved his hand back up, keeping in contact with your skin and trailing across your panties until he reached the top of them. You felt yourself suck your lip in between your teeth but you immediately released it, trying to focus on appearing nonchalant as Tig’s fingers traced the waistband of your panties until he reached the very front. You swallowed hard as he dipped his hand inside and you saw him turn his head to look at your face out of your periphery. 

“What,” you breathed as his fingers inched closer to your center. He didn’t answer, but you saw him smirk before looking to his left as he plunged his hand deep between your legs, his middle finger dipping into your slit and running from your entrance back up to your clit as you failed an attempt to stifle a moan. His head snapped back in your direction as his hand froze and you knew he had heard you. 

He leaned into your ear and nibbled it, “Shh,” he breathed as he began circling your clit with his index and middle fingers close together. Your knuckles were white, gripping the edge of the bar as he watched you, “Tiggy,” you groaned quietly, “I can’t--” “--Yes you can,” he snapped, his voice still barely a whisper. 

He pulled his face away from you again, looking ahead towards the pool table as his fingers worked on you and you bit your tongue to keep from making noise, your eyes stoic as you tried to focus on the party ahead of you. All you could see were stars as he maneuvered across your sex.

He moved his fingers lower, rubbing around your entrance before dipping both fingers inside your hot dripping core, his palm held firmly against your clit as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you. It didn’t take long before the tightening in your lower abdomen told you that you were close to an orgasm. Your body shook as you leaned against the bar a little further, allowing it to support your weight. Your knees went weak, “C-can I…” you whispered, both of you staring ahead as Tig fingered you with an expertise only he possessed. “Nope,” he said, shaking his head as he continued with the pace he set. He hooked his fingers inside you, putting pressure on your G-spot as he pushed his palm firmly against your slit, putting pressure on your clit as he did, and you looked over at him pleadingly as he continued his assault on your center. 

“Tig….” you breathed, trying to hold yourself together as your release begged to be let out. “Wait,” he ordered, still fucking you with his fingers, looking at you as you closed your eyes tight to focus on anything but cumming.

He leaned into you again and pressed his lips against your cheek, “Ok,” he smiled, watching your face as you gasped, allowing your release to hit you as his hand worked you through it, your body convulsing around him as you tried to keep your ‘Oh’s quiet.

Tig pulled his hand away from you, looking down and straightening your dress for you as he laughed and you looked over at him, eyes heavy from exhaustion and the effort it took to hold yourself together while your old man finger-fucked you in the middle of the clubhouse.

“How about we--” “--Yep,” you finished, cutting Tig off. You took his hand and dragged him across the floor and down the hall while he grinned widely.

Jax be damned, you thought, he can find another bartender.

“3AM”

Tig Trager x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . . He checked his watch before he mounted his bike, pulling out of the TM lot and headed to you. It’d be 3am before he made it to your house and he expected that you would be fast asleep. He debated just going to his own house, sending you a text to say he made it back from Washington safely and asking you to call him when you woke; but he had been good in Tacoma, regardless of the ‘what happens on a run stays on a run’ rule, and he was so incredibly horny that he couldn’t wait to have your gorgeous body under him. Fuck going anywhere else, he was gonna to go sink into his girl.

You were curled up in bed, blankets draped over your body that was clothed in only his tee shirt and a pair of panties. You were laid on his side of the bed, a gesture he found endearing. You were so innocently sweet, he knew he didn’t deserve you. Yet every time he gave you an out, a free pass to end your relationship, you committed yourself even deeper to him. He loved how much you loved him, and he couldn’t wait to show you how much he loved you too.

He switched on your lamp and crouched beside your bed, running his fingers through your hair and pushing a few pieces that framed your face out of the way as he leaned towards you and pressed a kiss into your forehead.

Your eyes fluttered open and he spoke to keep you from being alarmed at his presence.

“Hey, doll,” he smiled as your eyes locked on his and you yawned, stretching as you attempted to awake completely.

“I missed you,” was your groggy reply as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“I missed you too baby,” he grinned, standing and stripping down to his boxers as you rolled back to your side of the bed and he crawled in beside you, pulling you into his chest.

He wanted to badly to let you rest, save the homecoming sex for the morning, but the aching in his boxers told him that he wouldn’t be sleeping if he didn’t take care of himself first. He slid his hand down your back, caressing your curves before landing on top of the lacy panties you wore, giving your right cheek a squeeze before moving his hand back up to dip under the material and run over your bare skin.

He knew you were still awake when you pressed your ass back against his hand and he groaned at your willingness to help him as he rolled you on your back and climbed on top of you, his already-hard member pressing into your lower stomach as he attached his lips to yours.

He couldn’t help but whimper when he felt your hands running down his chest and stomach to reach into his boxers and grab his dick, stroking it as you kissed him back.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he pulled his mouth away from you, gripping the hem of your shirt and hoisting it off of you before tugging down your panties, soaked with your arousal, and tossing them both aside.

He palmed your core, dipping his middle finger inside you as he stared into your lust-filled eyes. His whole body twitched at the feel of your wetness beneath him as your hands still worked to stroke his shaft.

He couldn’t hold off much longer, he needed to feel you.

“Turn over darlin,” he commanded sweetly and you did what you were told, flipping over and coming up on all fours in front of him, pressing your heat against his pelvis while he looked down at you, his bottom lip bit between his teeth.

He leaned over you, supporting himself with his hands to the mattress on either side of your body as he pressed his mouth against your neck, sucking on your pulse and guiding his cock across your folds before entering you abruptly, eliciting a squeal of surprise from you as you tried to keep quiet.

You were so hot, wet, and tight around him, as soon as he was inside you his entire demeanor changed. Your pussy was begging to be pounded and that’s exactly what he intended to do. Stroking in and out of you, over and over again as you clutched the sheets, bit your pillow, and moaned his name when he delivered a firm smack across your ass. He reached underneath you and palmed your tits, giving them a squeeze as he pulled on your hard nipples making you gasp with pleasure.

He loved the sounds you made when he fucked you.

With one hand affixed firmly to your hip, he ventured down to your center as his cock moved in and out of you, stroking your G-spot. As much as he wanted to cum, he didn’t want to do it until you got yours first. It made his all the more enjoyable when you were satisfied too.

His fingers of his right hand began to circle your clit, causing you to moan louder at the new stimulation, but when his left hand moved to dip his thumb into your tight virgin asshole, a deep guttural groan escaped your throat. He could feel you were about to come as he worked in tandem with his hands to send you quickly over the edge, both of your holes spasming around him as he smiled at the cute little noises you made when you were coming down from your high.

His own release was building inside him now. He pulled his hands from their previous positions and pushed you down flat on your stomach, holding you down and straddling you while his cock was still deep inside you. At this angle he could pound into you more deeply, fill you up even more, and he did, grabbing your face and turning it to the side so he could lean down and kiss you.

He pounded into you relentlessly, causing your moans to fill his mouth as you bit down on his bottom lip, sending his orgasm coursing through his body as his seed spilled into you with each final, rigid, thrust.

Man did it feel good to be home.

“Pool Party”

Tig Trager x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . .

“Hey doll, I’m home. Man it’s so hot outside, today was a nightma–” Tig stalled as he realized you weren’t in the room, “Babe?” he called, walking down the hall to your bedroom and turning up empty handed. After a second of thought, he had a feeling he knew where you were and he chuckled walking towards the back door and peering through the window into the backyard.

You laid on the pink float in the swimming pool in the back. You had finally convinced Tig after months of begging that putting in a pool would be good for everyone. With him being away so often, he must’ve felt obligated to make it up to you for the time the two of you lost since he was always on the road, so he hired the builders and the pool was built. It had only been finished five days ago but you had been practically living in it since it was done and filled.

Tig licked his lips as his hand ghosted over his crotch at the sight of you stretched out, your wet hair clinging to your face and the inflatable raft you laid upon. There were sunglasses perched on your face, but he knew your eyes were closed.

His eyes were blazing as he turned the knob and stepped outside, walking to the edge of the pool, his shadow casting over you as you noticed the darkness and opened your eyes, “Oh, hey Tiggy,” you smiled up at the dark headed man staring down at you, “How was your day?”

Tig bit his lip, hands on his hips as he was deep in thought, “It was a rough day, doll,” he sighed, “I kind of need to unwind,” he grinned, his hands pulling at his belt, unbuckling it and kicking off his boots before stripping down to his boxers. You looked up at him amusedly before shaking your head in disbelief and returning back to your relaxed state, ignoring him completely as he eased into the pool, wading out to stand beside your stretched out figure. He lifted his hand out of the water to hover over you, pointing his finger down over your stomach and letting the water on his arm drip down over your torso as you smirked. Unable to control himself he leaned forward to connect his lips to your side, kissing right below your bikini top, sucking and biting on the flesh that covered your ribs.

You moaned, biting your bottom lip as Tig continued his assault on your torso, his hand lifting from the water to run across your hip bones as his fingers inched closer to your center.

“How about… We try something… New,” his words were broken up by kisses and his eyes were bright and sparkling with the reflection of the water in the pool as he stared at you, kissing across your stomach.

“Like what, Alex?” you feigned innocence, a game he loved to play.

He scoffed, yanking the raft you were perched upon from under you and sending you crashing into the water beside him, “Like this,” he growled as he captured you, holding your wet body against his as he laid a wet, passionate kiss onto your lips, his hands gripping your ass roughly under the water.

You moaned against his lips as his tongue dove into your mouth, his fingers hooked into your swimsuit bottoms and shimmied them down your thighs, exposing your lower half completely. You tangled your fingers in his still-dry locks as you held yourself close to him, pressing your pelvis against his already hardened member as your tongue danced with his. Tig’s hand moved between your legs from behind you, massaging your slit with his index finger. He broke away from your lips when you gasped at the contact and assaulted your neck with bites and kisses, focusing on your pulse as his hand worked underneath the water.

“Fuck… Tig…” you gasped as his fingers circled your clit, bringing you close to an orgasm.

“What do you want baby?” he asked, teasingly, his lips still attached to your neck.

“You,” you gasped, reaching down and plunging your hand into his soaked boxers, wrapping your fingers around his dick and pumping it a few times in your hand.

Tig broke away from you, pulling you backwards until he reached the concrete edge, pushing you to face it as you stood in the waist deep water and he moved to stand behind you. He struggled to get out of his boxers, but kicked them off and tossed them up on the porch as he pressed kisses into your back between your shoulder blades, thrusting his dick between your legs teasingly as his hands held your sides.

“You want me baby?” he asked. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning. He enjoyed seeing how horny you were for him, watching you squirm at the need to be fucked, and you loved playing into it.

You pushed back against him and his hands slid down to your hips, one hand breaking off to palm his dick as he prepared to push it into you. He leaned forward, lips attaching to your shoulder as he thrusted forward, the water in the pool creating resistance that your juices competed with as a moan left your throat and your head tossed back.

Tig was pumping in and out of you from behind as one hand was fastened to your hip, the other shot up to your throat, holding your head back and squeezing gently.

“Does it feel good, doll,” he grunted his question as he flexed his hips into you and you moaned in response.

“No,” his fingers wrapped tighter around your throat as he pounded into you, “speak baby. Does it feel good?”

You struggled to muster words, between the breathless feeling you felt from being filled completely by your old man, to the breathless feeling you felt from being choked by him, you found it hard to speak.

“Y-yes Tiggy,” you stammered as his grip loosened on your neck and both of his hands reached up to grip the edge of the pool on either side of you, adding leverage for him to thrust into you harder, which he did.

“You wanna come for daddy?” he growled, the muscles in his arms rippling as he pulled himself up close to you and wrapped his arms around your torso in a bear hug, burying his face in your back as he moved in and out of you, one of his hands reaching below and dipping between your legs to rub your clit again, sending you over the edge in seconds.

You gasped, moaning his name as your body spasmed and your walls clenched around his dick which was still pounding in and out of you. Your hoarse breaths filled the air as you moaned and dug your fingers into the concrete you were pressed against.

Your body clenching around him was all it took to send Tig into orgasm, his hands gripping your breasts tightly as he bit the skin of your shoulder blade and grunted with his thrusts, fucking you through his release, his cum filling you up and dripping out into the water around you as he pulled out, his muscles twitching at the coldness of the water that contrasted with the warmness of being inside you.

“Fuck, baby…” he whimpered breathlessly as you turned around to face him, a tight lipped smile on your face as he collapsed into you, his forehead resting against your chest.

“Welcome home Alexander,” you cooed as you pressed a kiss into the top of his head, your fingers stroking his water-soaked back.

“Home”

Tig Trager x Reader SMUT!

@id-rather-be-high-and-fucked said she really wanted a new Tig one shot, and @girl-with-no-faith-in-medicine just really needed Tiggy in her life at the moment so this is for you two. I love y’all! 😚😚😚  .  .  .

"Oh shit, Mmm, Oh yes..." Tig moaned as he sat on the edge of his bed, the girl kneeling in front of him sucking him off as he leaned back, supporting himself with his arms stretched out behind him. "Fuck baby..." he groaned, leaning forward to grab her hair, pushing her throat down on his dick as she choked and he let her go. She pulled away from him to recover for a moment before her mouth descended on his shaft again and he closed his eyes and gasped,  "Oh God, just like that (Y/N). That feels so good, just like--" His sentence was interrupted as she pulled her mouth off of him and slapped him straight across the face, standing up and scowling at him before wiping her mouth and storming out of the room. She wasn't (Y/N)... "Fuck!" Tig cursed, throwing himself back onto the bed and covering his face with his hands. He felt so stupid, laying there with a raging hard on as the woman he thought he was going to fuck tonight was rejoining the party, and probably telling the other croweaters what he had done. He felt bad, like he should apologize, but that was low on his list of priorities. Right how the only thing he needed to do was avoid blue balls. He stood up, ridding himself of his black jeans, boxers, and dark blue shirt and stalking to the shower. He hated masturbating, what the fuck is the point of croweaters if he had to jerk himself off, but he knew he had messed up by calling her the wrong name. In all actuality, he thought, he had called the right name, he was just with the wrong woman. He came in the shower as the water cascaded over his body, his seed spilling onto the tile below him as he watched it wash down the drain, wishing he had been able give that to someone else...to you. Tig knew that'd never happen again, remembering how bad he had fucked you over just made him hate himself more. He finished bathing, washing the croweater scent off of his skin before stepping out and digging in the duffel bag that you had dropped off for him when he first began sleeping in the clubhouse for clothes. He pulled on the dark blue jeans and black button up, heaving his kutte over his back and shaking his wet head before ruffling his hair with his hands. He needed to get drunk, and fast, to push past the hurt he felt. It was just after 2 o'clock in the morning when you heard  a motorcycle pull up outside your house, "Not again," you groaned, rolling out of bed, walking down the hall to your front door, and looking through the peep hole just in time to see him ambling up the path. You furrowed your brows, he was in no condition to be driving by the looks of him and you knew you couldn't just ignore him tonight, he broke your heart but you didn't want him to kill himself.  

You opened the door, sighing as he leaned against the door frame for support, "Tig what are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep your cool. You told yourself you were done crying over him but every time he showed back up the flood gates opened and you cried some more. "Baby... I love you," he slurred, a drunk burp bursting from his mouth as he spoke. He smelled like soap and bourbon, so you knew him coming here was calculated, whether he knew it or not, he wouldn't have bothered to wash the perfume off from the croweaters that hang all over him otherwise. "Tig..." you huffed, "you're drunk," you stood blocking the doorway. In actuality he wasn't just drunk, he was plastered; this was the worst you'd ever seen him. "Maybe.... But I'm thinkin more clearly than I ever have...." his expression was sad, and you could tell he had been crying, like every other time he got drunk. The demons he had created, that he did such a good job of shoving down when he was sober, ate him up when he was wasted until he was broken and he crawled to you to put him back together again. 

Recently you had stopped allowing him to come to you. You had refused to be there for a man who could claim he loved you and still find himself face down in another woman at a party that the two of you arrived at together, while the ink was still drying from the crow on your skin. 

It had been two weeks but he showed up almost every night, with the exception of nights when one of his brothers was able to stop him. 

"Please let me in," he looked at you with his sad beautiful eyes, a pout on his face that wasn't exaggerated for effect, he was genuinely that upset. You folded your arms across your chest and stepped aside, creating a path for him to step inside which he took while you closed and locked the door behind him. When you turned around he was making his way down the hall to your bedroom, the bedroom you used to share. You groaned, not wanting to have this fight with him. You didn't even bother going after him, instead you simply plopped down on the couch, pulling the blanket you kept there off the back rest and covering yourself back up to go to sleep. You were awakened again by the sound of sobbing right next to you and you opened your eyes to see Tig sitting on the floor with his back against the couch near your torso, his knees pulled up and his head sunk down as he cried. 

Your heart was breaking over the amount of hatred he had been throwing at himself. As much as you said your whole life you'd never stay with a cheater, seeing him in this state over his mistake made you want to forgive him. "Hey," you spoke, sitting up and getting his attention. His head whipped up to meet your gaze as he peered up at you through the darkness, tears streaming down his face. He appeared to have sobered up at least and you checked the time, 5:36am. Guessing he had just needed to sleep some of the alcohol off, you waited for him to speak. "I know I fucked up, (Y/N), I know I did. I do stupid shit when I'm drunk. I still don't even remember what I did... That next morning when I woke up on the floor behind the bar... and I realized you hadn't carried me home like you usually do.... That’s when Chibs told me what I had done,” he looked down again, blubbering into his hands as he covered his face, “I don't know what I was thinking baby. The last two weeks have been hell. I can't sleep by myself anymore," he turned so he was facing you, literally on his knees right in front of you as he begged you, "I love you, please let me come home." Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared back at him, unable to talk past the lump in your throat. "You broke me," you choked out finally as a single tear slid down your cheek and you looked down at your lap. "I know, baby, I know," he whimpered, placing his hand on either side of your face as he leaned into you, pressing his lips against yours, "Let me fix it," he spoke as he pulled away from you, both of you crying as he kissed you again, his movements frantic, kissing you over and over again, "just let me fix it baby," he stood up, climbing onto the couch with you as he continued to pepper your lips with kisses. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he laid you down, kissing down your throat and collarbone while you cried and held him tightly. "I love you so much," his voice cracked as he kissed you again, pulling your shirt up over your head and reattaching his lips to yours.  He pulled the boxers, his boxers, you were wearing as sleep shorts off of you so you were fully naked and he ripped his shirt open, pulling it off and tossing it aside and he fumbled with his jeans, stopping as he got his belt undone to pick you up and carry you you into the bedroom, both of you sniffling as the tears subsided. "I fucking love you," he sniffed as he walked in the bedroom, setting you down on your bed and pulling his jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them and then holding your face in his hands, "I'm gonna show you how much I love you baby," he planted a kiss on your lips and leaned into you, causing you to fall back as he settled between your legs, kissing down your chest and stomach, licking over to your ribs as he kissed the crow tattoo that was inked into the skin there, just barely healed, before advancing to your core. He immediately began placing open mouthed kisses against your folds, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking as he fingered you. “I’ll never hurt you again” he mouthed against your center as he pressed his lips into you. When he was sure your arousal was heightened, he moved back on top of you and pressed his chest into yours, palming his thick cock and easing it inside you, a defeated moan leaving his mouth as he sank into you, "Tell me you love me (Y/N)," he whined as he thrusted deeply and slowly into you, his tip pressing against your innermost walls as he grimaced, moving in and out of you and fighting back his tears. "Please baby," groaning as he pushed into you. "I love you Alexander," you sniffled as the words left your lips, tears staining your cheeks again as he made love to you, desperately, wantingly.  He reattached his lips to yours, his tongue moving inside your mouth and begging for you to kiss him back. You curled your fingers in his hair, his face against yours as you bit his bottom lip and pulled it out before dipping your tongue into his mouth to dance with his. Breaking away from you, he buried his face in your neck and gasped as he began to thrust more quickly and rigidly, hitting your g-spot at a perfect angle. 

God he was the best sex you'd ever had. He was the only man you’d ever truly loved. You tossed your head back, your fingers still tangled in his hair while he sucked and licked your neck, leaving hickies and bite marks as your stomach was set aflame, your orgasm quickly approaching. You could tell his was too as his breathing labored and he panted your name over and over again in time with his thrusts. 

"(Y/N)... (Y/N)... (Y.... --" You both came at the same time, his thick seed shooting inside of you as he rode you through yours and you arched your back and gripped the sheets, biting your lip to stifle your moans. He collapsed on top of you, tears still threatening to burst forth at any moment as he spoke, "I wanna come back home, doll. I miss you and I want to come home," he whispered, his voice weak with despair and fear of rejection. Unable to stomach the anguish and torture he was putting himself through, and knowing what he had been through his whole life before finding you, his one ray of sunshine, you couldn't bear to shut him out. Somehow you knew he wouldn’t make the mistake of cheating on you ever again and you took solace in the fact that he had made the decision to do right by you. "I miss you too Tiggy...and I want you to come back home." you whispered his his ear as your fingers played in his dark curly locks and he breathed a sigh of relief into your shoulder, knowing he didn’t deserve you, but grateful to have you back.

“Caught”

Tig Trager x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)

SMUT! . . .

“Hey, hands off! I promised Gemma I would restock the bar for her,” you chastised Tig who was behind you, pressing his erection into you and trying to pull your dress up while you slapped his hands away. You and he had been messing around for a couple weeks, not really putting a label on it. The lack of title was because neither of you knew what it was either, but you were also not telling anyone about it until you had decided. You knew the SAMCRO family wouldn’t let it rest until they knew what to call it.

“C'mon babe,” he whispered leaning over your back and trailing his hands up your torso to grasp your breasts, pressing his lips against your ear, “I’m so hard right now.”

“Yeah. I noticed.” you said matter-of-factly, standing up, brushing his hands off, and turning around to face him.

He raised his eyebrows at you as he wrapped his arms around your hips, his hands resting on your butt and pulling your pelvis into his own.

“If you didn’t want to turn me on you shouldn’t have worn this man-eating dress up here.” he stated plainly, nipping at your lips and making you smile.

“So it’s the dress?” you quipped, wrapping your arms around his neck as he looked down and away.

“No. You could’ve worn a sweatsuit that was two sizes too big and dirty and I’d still have a boner right now,” he bit his lip and grinned, squeezing your ass, his beautiful blue eyes twinkling.

“Fuck it,” you breathed, pressing your lips into his and slipping your tongue inside his mouth to fight with his own tongue. He played along, biting your tongue and closing his mouth around it, sucking it. You chuckled and he pulled away from the kiss, trailing your jaw to your ears, then your neck and collarbone, gripping your thighs and leaning down to pick you up.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, tangling your fingers in his curls while he continued peppering your throat and chest with kisses.

“Did you mop this morning” he panted, pulling away from your neck to look you in the eyes.

“Um… Yes?” you answered him confused, but your confusion soon turned to understanding as he wrapped an arm around your back and took you to the floor, laying you down on your back and hiking the dress up to your hips.

He was really trying to fuck you right there.

He ripped your panties down your thighs and settled between your legs again, supporting himself with his arms on either side of you and pressing his pelvis into yours as your gripped his shoulders.

“How about semi-public sex?” he grinned down at you.

You hooked your finger in the front of his button up, pulling him down to your lips and capturing his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling on it, watching his eyes roll back as a low growl radiated through his chest and throat.

He broke away from you, leaning back and undoing his belt and jeans, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to expose his rock hard dick. He wasted no time, reaching down and running his fingers across your center to make sure you were ready for him before sliding into you roughly, forcing a gasp from your mouth which he quickly covered with his own, kissing you as he thrusted into you long and hard over and over again. He pulled away from your kiss to bury his face in your shoulder and you wrapped your arms around his neck again, stroking the soft dark hair at the back of his head as he grunted into your skin.

“Hey, (Y/N) I was wondering if you–oh my God!”

Your sexual encounter had just been interrupted by someone rounding the bar to talk to you and Tig jumped, stilling himself inside you, covering you and whispering curses while your eyes widened, looking over Tig’s shoulder at the person who barged in on you.

Juice stood there, half covering his eyes, half staring at the two of you on the floor behind the bar. He was extremely shocked at the scene behind the bar, obviously, because nobody had any reason to suspect you and Tig were fucking, yet here you were, tangled together in front of him.

“Juice, can you give us a sec?” you squeaked.

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, turning to walk away before turning back around, “since when did you two…?”

“Juice. Brother. Do you mind? I’m trying to fuck my girl on the bar floor.” Tig growled and Juice turned back around, quickly pacing put of the club house completely and Tig chuckled softly, his head resting against your neck before he lifted his head to look at you, a big smirk on his face.

Tig Trager liked getting caught, that was the best part of public sex to him.

“Your girl?” you questioned, tilting your head to the side and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah I mean. If you wanna be,” he looked at you before bashfully looking away.

“Mmm…” you moaned grinding your hips into him, his member still buried inside you, “finish up Trager, and we’ll go break the news to your boys,"  you winked and he smiled at you, kissing you again as he picked back up where he left off.

For The Long Run - Part 29

Newly branded SMUT!

(GIF isn’t mine)

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Tigs eyes fluttered as you bit the outside of his ear and pulled with your teeth, making him weak in the knees.

“Dirty little girl,” he growled back at you, grinning from ear to ear as you kissed down his neck.

Suddenly and without warning, he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, causing you to squeal with excitement.

“Hey Hap, do me a favor and lock the door on your way out?” he turned to Happy who was packing up his things in the kitchen and you giggled into Tig’s back. Happy nodded to him, straight-faced.

“Thanks, brother.” Tig called out to him as he walked down the hall, pulling your already rolled down panties the rest of the way off and slapping your ass making you giggle more, your doubts about your safety far away from your mind now.

Tig kicked open the door to your bedroom and carried you inside, throwing you on the bed and making you hiccup with surprise. He started unbuttoning his shirt as he stood before you next to the bed, his blue eyes darkening as he stared down at your half-clothed body. You sat up, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside, licking your lips as Tig tossed his own shirt to the floor and began working on his belt.

“Lay back and show me baby,” he ordered and you obliged, laying back and spreading your legs on the bed, reaching your hand down to run your fingers through your folds, teasing him.

He froze, watching you, “Mmm, that’s right baby show me how you want me to touch you,” he growled and you smiled, tossing your head back and closing your eyes, biting your bottom lip as you circled your clit with your middle finger. Tig groaned as he finished kicking his jeans off, his engorged member standing out proudly. He pumped his dick in his hands a few times before he kneeled on the edge of the bed right between your legs, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of your frame.   As you continued playing with yourself, moaning for effect, you smiled internally at the torment you could hear in Tig’s breathing as he refrained from touching you.

“Ohhh Alexander,” you moaned as you drove your fingers inside of you and he growled again, this time allowing his hands to reach out to your knees, stroking your skin with his thumbs while he clenched his jaw. His eyes were fixated on the crow tattoo on your hip as his hands rubbed up your legs. When he reached your core he covered your hand with his own, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and pulling your hand away from your vagina. You opened your eyes to gaze back at him as he leaned forward, his right hand squeezing your hip as his left hand pulled your fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean. You groaned at the feeling of his tongue snaking around your moist digits, reaching down with your free hand to grasp the hand he had planted on your hip. When he was done relieving your hands of your juices, he let go of your arm for only a moment before he reached under your legs and grabbed both of your wrists, holding them down to the bed beside your hips and easing his body down on the bed.

He turned his head to gently kiss up your right leg from your knee to your tattoo before moving down the crease of your hip. When he reached the uppermost part of your inner thigh he bit down harshly, causing you to cry out.

“Shh-h-hhh,” he uttered before he kissed and sucked the bruise he left.

“Mmm please baby,” you whined and he kissed into the skin right above your clit.

“What do you want (Y/N)?” he asked, licking up to your stomach, “Tell me.” he ordered.

“Make me cum Tiggy, Pleeeaaase,” you moaned and he chuckled against your skin, still pinning your wrists to the mattress.

Finally he dragged his tongue down your skin and right across your sensitive center, causing your body to involuntarily twitch. He sucked your clit and ran his tongue down through your folds, opening them up and allowing his saliva to coat you as he plunged his tongue into you, fucking you with his mouth. You squealed as he made his way back up to your clit, flicking it with his tongue as he watched your chest heaving.

“You like that baby?” he muttered against your folds, wrapping his mouth around your lips and sucking roughly making you jump and moan again.

“Tell me.” he sucked harder, making you whimper.

“Y-yes daddy!” you exclaimed and he pulled his mouth away from you, narrowing his lust-filled eyes and looking up at you, “Call me daddy again.” he ordered and you smiled coyly, biting your lip

“Fuck me daddy,” you ordered and he growled again, releasing your wrists and climbing up to press his lips against yours, sucking on your bottom lip and allowing your tongue to explore his own mouth.

He reached down between your bodies and grabbed his throbbing shaft, lifting himself up just enough to slide into you, stretching your pussy and coating his dick in your wetness. You tossed your head back, gasping for air and he quickly attached his lips to your neck, stilling himself just long enough to speak.

“God, baby. I love how you feel on my dick!” he grunted and you sucked in a deep hoarse breath. He thrusted into you a few times before he pulled out of you and flipped you over flat on your stomach, mounting you from behind and pounding into you harshly making you scream his name.

“Fuck! Tig! Ah!” you yelled and he leaned all his body weight on his left hand that was rested on your lower back as he reached his right hand to your throat, grasping it just hard enough to labor your breathing and pulling your head back as he drilled into you relentlessly.

You were loving the excitement you were feeling from the roughness of his strokes as you finally came on his dick, your mouth wide open in a silent breathless scream and your walls pulsating and threatening to push him out.

Suddenly he wrapped his arms under your torso, throwing his weight over and pulling you on top of him in a reverse cowgirl, keeping himself stuffed inside you. He gripped your hips and began guiding you to grind against him and you followed his motions, rocking your hips back and forth as his fingers dug into your skin.

He sat up straight and wrapped his hands around your breasts, burying his face into your back and moaning loudly, kissing and sucking on the skin between your shoulder blades as you continued to rock and bounce on top of him.

His breathing was labored and you could tell he was close to his own release so you started rocking and bouncing more fiercely.

“Ah, Damn baby,” he groaned, returning his mouth to your skin and biting down as his dick began to spasm and pumped his thick hot seed inside you.

Tig collapsed back, his hands finally leaving your hips and falling out away from him as he breathed heavily, still enjoying his orgasm.

You moved yourself to his side, removing his penis from inside of you and laying down beside him, your head resting in the crook of his arm. He curled his arm around your neck, turning your head to him so he could lean to you and kiss you intensely before tossing his head back again, smiling and closing his eyes.

Laying there next to him you were the happiest you had ever been. You realized that you didn’t care if being with him was dangerous, or that it might put you in an early grave. He had changed so much from the time you met and so had you. You were good with each other and good for each other. He made you open up and enjoy life a little more, actually live. You helped him combat his demons and escape from the brutality his life threw at him. It just worked.

You knew the old him wouldn’t have done any of the shit that he was doing now, and a part of you thought maybe he hadn’t totally changed and that worried you.

But you had a crow now and Tig wasn’t the type to half-commit, much less make a hollow promise as big as this tattoo on your pelvis, so you knew it was real now. You snuggled into his side and breathed in the smell of him.

Everything was going to be alright.

For The Long Run - Part 20

SMUT!!!

(GIF isn’t mine)

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Tig pressed his body against yours as he laid on top of you on the edge of his bed. His breathing was labored and his movements were urgent as he ran his hands along your sides, his lips still attached to yours. You rubbed your hands down his ribs, pulling his tee shirt up just enough to hook your finger inside the front of his boxers. He moaned against you as he bit and pulled on your bottom lip. His hands moved up your body, over your arms, taking your wrists and pulling your arms above your head, pinning them to the mattress below you. You spread your legs for him and he settled between them, pressing his hips against you and grinding into you as you felt his enlarged package bearing down on your center. You threw your head back and cried out with pleasure, straining your arms against his grasp and exposing your throat to your man who quickly devoured that skin. His kisses and licks giving you goosebumps and making your body rock against his.

Breathless, you spoke, “Babe.. babe..”

He stopped kissing you, removing his hands from your arms to hold himself up and lifted his head. His eyes found yours, watching you intently waiting for you to speak again.

“Don’t tease me if you’re not gonna give it to me,” you breathed again.

Tig had forgotten completely about where you two were, allowing himself to get worked up even though he had told you the first night that he didn’t want to have sex under your mom and dad’s roof. He growled in frustration, letting his weight fall on top of you and smothering his face in the bed next to your head, growling again.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back and turning your face to press your lips against his ear, “I’m gonna go take a shower. Come talk to me while I bathe.”

He twitched as you bit the outside of his ear, your breath tickling his senses. He rolled off of you onto his back and you got up, walking into the bathroom and locking the door that led to your sisters room before starting the water and stripping your clothes off. Tig was still laying on the bed, his hand covering his manhood, stroking it from outside his boxers and biting his lip. He sighed, standing up to retreat to the bathroom and hopping up on the counter to keep your company as you had requested.

You heard Tig sitting on the counter from behind the shower door, there was no in between with this man, either he was the devil or he was a saint, and lately the sainthood was testing your patience. You chuckled to yourself. He took your request literally, and you realized you had to be more direct with him if you wanted to get laid tonight.

“Tiggy,” you spoke, “babe can you hand me the body wash that’s right next to you?”

He shivered, trying to resist the temptation to strip down and hand it to you from inside with you. He picked up the bottle and stepped over to the shower, opening the door and holding it out to you. Grinning, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and yanked his arm, pulling him into the shower with you, boxers, shirt and all.

“C'mon, doll.” Tig began to protest but you pressed your lips against his, pulling his soaked shirt up over his head and tossing it over the shower door. “Fuck it,” he mumbled as he eagerly kissed you back, his tongue slipping inside your mouth to battle with yours as he snaked his hands around your back and palmed your ass cheeks, pulling your body against him. You chuckled against his kiss and he moved his hands to the wall behind you, steadying himself so he could dominate your lips even more. Before long you were pulling away from his kiss to attach your lips to his neck, then collar bone, chest, sternum, nipple, ribs, stomach, trailing your way down as the sweltering water poured down on you and you breathed in the steam it created. You pulled his boxers down, his thick cock springing forth, as he kicked them off the rest of the way.

Just as you were about to wrap your lips around his shaft he reached down and pulled you back up to stand in front of him. He wrapped his fingers behind your head and kissed you roughly, then turned you around so he could lean down and press sloppy kisses down your spine. He pushed his hand between your shoulder blades, his other hand on your hip bone as he bent you over in front of him and he teased your folds by thrusting his dick between your thighs, massaging your clit with his shaft.

Your body was shivering with excitement as you let out a small squeak, his hand quickly reaching around to cover your mouth, “Shhh…” he warned, still thrusting from outside of you.

Suddenly he dropped down so his face was level with your vagina, squatting behind you so he could lick your core and lap up the juices that he had caressed out from inside of you. You moaned and he slapped your ass, shushing you while his mouth was buried deep inside you, his tongue trailing across your wetness, and venturing to your your bottom as well, sucking and biting your cheeks before spreading them and running his tongue along your hole, getting it wet before putting pressure on it with his index finger. You breathed deeply as your body gave way to the heaviness and allowed his finger to slide in. He continued pressing his finger in and out slowly, gauging your reaction, while he reattached his lips to your clitoris, teasing you by removing all stimulation just before you reached the edge of your orgasm.

“Tig, please,” you begged but he shook his head. “Uh-uh,” he teased, “I’m not ready yet.” he said spitting onto your ass and placing his index and middle fingers against your opening and applying more pressure until your body allowed him entrance again. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times while allowing his thumb to dive inside your pussy, his hand still pumping two fingers in and out of your tight ass as you stifled your groans.

Finally he stood up and aligned himself with your wetness, lunging forward and allowing his cock to stretch your pink slit around him. He pumped into you while his fingers caressed your bundle of nerves, working on you until he could feel your walls start to squeeze. He smiled as he buried himself inside you, sending your orgasm shooting up your spine and down your legs as your thighs trembled and you muffled your own moans with your hand. He stroked into you a few more times before pulling out and pressing the tip of his dick against your hot wet asshole.

“Can I?” he breathed, pushing forward slightly in anticipation.

“Tig,” you gasped, “I - I’ve never….” you couldn’t find the words but he understood completely.

“I’ll take it slow, darlin’. I won’t hurt you. Please?” he begged, reaching forward to your still bent over frame, grabbing your chin and turning your head towards him so he could kiss you and then gaze into your eyes.

Apprehensively, you bit your lip. You knew how much he wanted it and you wanted so badly to please him. You nodded and he smiled crashing his lips into your lips one last time before pulling you out of the shower and doubling you over on the bathroom sink so you could see him in the mirror behind you. He bent down one last time, lubing you up with his saliva and prepping you with his fingers before he softly pressed his throbbing cock into your asshole as you jumped at the stretching you weren’t accustomed to. Tig was groaning loud enough for you to worry that your sister could hear what was going on but you no longer cared. He took it slow and you knew he was being absolutely as gentle as he could possibly be, so in order to hide the pain you felt, you bit your lip to keep from crying out, fighting back tears and gripping the edge of the counter until your knuckles were white. After a few thrusts in and out at a very slow pace, the pain began to subside and you were relieved that the pain was replaced by an actually pleasant feeling.

“You okay, doll?” Tig questioned, watching your face in the mirror and you nodded, fighting back a grimace as he pushed into you further. Luckily for you the excitement of the first time anal and the tightness of your virgin ass helped push your lover over the edge more quickly than you expected and after only a little over five minutes, Tig was pulling himself from you to stroke out his orgasm all over your back. You smiled at his moans and sighs and turned to face him. He lovingly pulled your face to his, kissing you sweetly before pulling his face away to stare at you, grinning.

“I don’t deserve you,” he stated with amazement, his eyes peering into yours.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the shower, lathering up your washcloth and proceeding to wash your entire body head to toe. He then turned the rag onto himself and bathed again.

You were exhausted as you helped each other dry off. You practically fell into the bed as Tig pulled you into spooning position and you drifted off into euphoric post-erotic unconsciousness.

For The Long Run - Part 15

Side of the road SMUT! with Tiggy

(GIF isn’t mine)

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You smiled at him and stepped closer, licking your lips. “Need some roadside assistance, sir?” you asked, jokingly. “Hehe. You’re funny, babe. Now come here.” he growled and reached out grabbing your arms and pulling you to him so swiftly you had to steady yourself with your hands against his chest to keep your momentum from toppling you two over his bike. Staring into your eyes and capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss, you knew the element of being outside on the side of the road was making this experience even more enjoyable for him because, to him, bedroom sex was ordinary.

His kiss deepened as his hands went from your arms to your breasts before reaching around your back and unclasping your bra through your shirt, pulling it all off. You grinned into his kiss at how good he was at disrobing you and your hands trailed down his body to caress his enlarged member. You tugged on it gently, then more aggressively as his breathing got more intense and he moaned into your mouth. “Ahh, mmm. Oh, baby.”

You pulled away from his kiss, “You like that baby?”

He nodded, closing his eyes and biting his lip while you continued to stroke him.

You leaned forward to his ear and kissed right in front of it before whispering to him, “Take me then, Tiggy.”

He let out a breath he had been holding and gripped your hips tightly before tugging your jeans down and pulling you behind him to bend you over his bike, switching your positions so he was standing behind you. He spit in his hand and ran it across your center before grasping his shaft and slamming into you as your body struggled to stretch around him. You gasped loudly, and he stilled himself, waiting for your ‘okay’ to continue. You didn’t say anything but you braced yourself with one hand while you plunged the other between your legs, gripping his balls and pulling them as he moaned and began thrusting into you again. One hand gripping your hips and the other in between your shoulder blades pressing you against the seat of his motorcycle. Your moans were in unison as you felt his thrusts get harder and more urgent. You gripped his hand in your own and pulled it around you, begging him to speed you along with his fingers while he fucked you. He obliged, circling your clit while he pushed his full length into you, causing you to hiccup with surprise. “Talk to me baby,” he panted, “tell me how much you love this dick.”

You smiled. You weren’t normally a talker in the sack but Tig fed off of your encouragement and you loved to boost his ego. “Oh, god baby, yes, yes YES I love how your big dick stretches this pussy,” you yelled into the darkness that surrounded you. He tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back and leaning forward so he could kiss you sloppily while he continued pounding into you and rubbing your clit. You were dripping wet and near your release and Tig could tell so he sped up his thrusts to push you over the edge just before removing his hand from your core, spitting down onto your ass, and sinking his thumb into your tight hole, causing you to scream out and come on demand, your walls clenching around him as he teased both your holes. It wasn’t long before he came himself, thrusting deep inside you and releasing his seed in you. You jerked when he pulled out and whined a little and the removal of stimulation to your sensitive parts. You felt like your legs were jello and you stayed slumped over Tig’s bike as he wiped you off with a bandana. He pulled up and buttoned his pants, fastening his belt before leaning down and tugging your tight jeans back up for you, kissing your thighs and ass as they came up. You sighed, exhausted, as you turned around and embraced him and buried your face in his neck.

Tig cleared his throat, “Hey, uh, (Y/N). I don’t want any kids in 9 months,” his voice was full of stress all of a sudden. You knew he didn’t pull out like he had been doing, but you didn’t mind because you had been on birth control for years. “We’ll be fine, Alex,” you reassured him, “I’m on the pill.” He let out a sigh of relief and kissed the top of your head, squeezing you tighter. “I’m gonna call my sister,” you said pulling on your bra and shirt, “you should check in with the club.” You pulled away from his embrace.

Tig was on the phone with Juice and you were on the phone with your sister, checking in and letting them know where you were. After the phone calls ended, Tig walked back towards you. “Lets find a place to crash tonight, babe. By the way, Juice says hi,” he yawned wrapping his arm around your shoulders and walking back to his Harley. You both hopped on and rode off into the night.

After a couple more days of late nights and early mornings you were only about 30 miles from your hometown. You hated to admit it but Tig was right, motorcycling across the country was pretty damn awesome.

When things started getting familiar and you rubbed Tig’s chest, leaning forward to his ear. “We should stop here until tomorrow,” you said to him. He nodded and pulled into a hotel near the interstate. There were still a few more hours of daylight left and you both phoned home again from your hotel room to check in. Your parents were overly excited to see you as you hadn’t been home since you moved to Charming, so naturally your mom was disappointed when you told her you were close but it would be morning before you made it in. You promised you would still have plenty of time to spend with them and ended the call. Tig had stepped outside in the middle of the conversation so you knew there was some club business going on. When he came back in, he was off the phone so you stood up and took a deep breath. “Everything okay in Charming?” you questioned. “Its peaceful, but Gemma got locked up for knocking the hell out of some sweetbutt that I guess had the hots for Clay,” he chuckled.  Your mouth was hanging open in shock, “Holy hell,” you commented, “Did they get her out?”

“Nah, apparently she wouldn’t let them post bail.”

“Oh damn!” you both laughed.

“Let this be a lesson to you, mister,” you pointed at him.

“Hey hey hey,” he backed away putting his hands up in defense, “I’m not the one who committed the offense why am I getting a lecture?”

“No lecture, just a warning,” you winked at him, pulling him to you and kissing him deeply as you both fell back on the bed. Knowing you two, you would stay there all night.

Your alarms went off at 6:00am and you both shut them off. Rubbing your eyes, you threw your head back against the pillow and breathed deeply. “My parents won’t be awake until at least 9, so we have time to sleep in today,” you mentioned, rolling towards Tig who was pretending to sleep next to you, he was a shitty actor. “Hey,” you poked his ribs.

“Just let me wake up before you start talking, gorgeous. I can’t focus.” he groaned.

“Fine!” you huffed and turned your back to him, feigning offense.

Tig chuckled and rolled over to press his body against yours, wrapping his arms around you and burying his lips in  the back of your neck. “I can think of a couple things I’d rather do than sleep for the next few hours,” he whispered while he sucked on the spot behind your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Hey, no hickies,” you giggled squirming away from him, “you’re meeting my dad tomorrow and the last thing you want to be introduced as is ‘the man that sucks bruises all over his daughter’” you joked, but it didn’t matter to Tig, he was on top of you pulling your clothes off before you could finish your sentence.

For The Long Run - Part 4

SMUT! (Yes you read that right!)

This one ran a little long but ya can’t rush greatness ;)

(GIF isn’t mine)

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You were standing in the middle of your bedroom,  Tig’s right hand still holding onto your neck, his left hand snaking around your back holding your hips snug to his own. Your mouths had yet to separate as you each hungrily moved your lips against the other’s. It was as if you both thought once the kiss broke the world would end. Finally daring to pull away, Tig gazed passionately into your eyes. Both of your chests were heaving as you brought your hands up to the collar of his shirt, rubbing the fabric between your fingers as you leaned your head forward into his neck, sucking and biting just under his jaw while you fumbled with the buttons.

Tig threw his head back, moaning at the feeling of your lips on his pulse. He ran his hands down your sides and then slipped them under your shirt before moving them to your back and feeling your soft skin under his fingers, pushing his hands up to your shoulder blades, hugging you tightly to him again. While you kissed and sucked your way down his neck, Tig ran his hands down your back again, over your ass giving it a squeeze, before lifting you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist. You gasped at how effortlessly he lifted you while you finally finished the last button, pulling his shirt down his arms, exposing his muscular and tattooed shoulders and biceps. You leaned down and kissed his shoulder, on top of his tattoo, while he walked to your bed and sat you down on it. Standing back up he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, then pulled his shirt off the rest of the way.

Scooting to the edge of your bed, you unhooked your bra and leaned your lips into him again, kissing his stomach just above his belt. Tig sucked in a deep breath as you kissed and licked just above the top of his pants, his eyes closed, and his hand immediately shot down to cover and rub his stiffened cock through his jeans. Smiling you undid his belt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. Tig leaned down to capture your lips in his again as he unbuttoned his jeans and stepped out of them, leaving his boxers as the only obstacle between you and his throbbing dick.

You pressed your hand to his chest, separating your lips from his and he stood straight in front of you, his hand reaching out and combing his fingers through your hair while his hungry eyes watched your face. You breathed deeply before kneeling down off of the bed in front of him and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to release his large member from it’s cotton confines. Tig’s heart was racing, patiently waiting as he looked down at you. You looked up at him and smiled before pressing your lips against the tip of his cock. He groaned with pleasure and his right hand went to your shoulder to steady himself as he rubbed the back of his head with his other hand, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of your mouth on him. You began to suck him into your mouth, your head bobbing back and forth slowly while he squeezed your shoulder.   “Ah, fuck, (Y/N), that’s right baby just keep doing it like that-ohh God DAMN!” he bellowed as you swallowed his entire length and continued to take all of him down your throat over and over again.

With weakened knees, Tig tangled his fingers in your hair and gently tugged you up to stand in front of him. You wiped your chin with the back of your hand to clean off the saliva that had dripped from your mouth and matched Tig’s stare as a smile began to stretch across your face. He pressed his lips against yours, giving you sloppy, open mouthed kisses while his hands slid your pajama shorts down to reveal your bare ass, void of panties. He growled against your lips when he noticed you were commando, and pushed you onto your back on the bed before climbing between your legs on top of you. Placing his hands on either side of your body to support himself, immediately he plunged his lips down to your chest to lick and tease your breasts. “Alex….” you breathed heavily and he looked up at you to meet your gaze, “What’s wrong darlin’?” Tig inquired. “I want you,” you moaned as you trailed your hands down your body to pet your core. Tig growled again before placing more sloppy kisses on your chest, “You’re not ready for me yet, doll.” he breathed against your skin, descending on your body while biting and licking down your ribs and stomach. Hooking his hands under your knees, you felt a rush of heat to your core as your stomach did backflips waiting for what was about to happen.

Tig pulled back to study your center, licking his lips and smiling before rubbing his thumb across your clit making you jump excitedly and let out a small shriek. Immediately he buried his face in your pussy making it hard for you to breathe between the moans. Your hands found his and you grasped them firmly while grinding your hips against his mouth. The excitement was too much and you were just about to spill over the edge when Tig noticed your rigid breaths. Stopping just long enough to rub his hand over your core, he looked at you, “You taste so good (Y/N),” he said making you look down at him, as he pressed his lips back against your clit, this time inserting his index finger into you. Without moving his lips away, he spoke to you, “I know you wanna cum for me don’t you baby,” he moaned and you leaned up on your elbows, running the fingers of your right hand through his black curly hair you moaned in response, “Yes, Alex, make me cum on your fingers baby.” He thrusted his middle finger inside you, making come here motions as he continued to suck and lick on your clit, your breathing getting heavier and moans getting louder you raised your hips up against Tig’s mouth and let go, tossing your head back while you convulsed around him. Tig separated from you and smiled before you grabbed his neck and pulled him to you, your lips passionately needing to be against his. Tig grabbed your thighs and squeezed them with his fingers and you let out a small moan. He pulled your legs up and palmed his hardened member, leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours, “Last chance to change your mind, babygirl,” he spoke softly and expectantly, “I won’t be mad if you don’t want to go through with it,” he finished. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rubbed his back with your fingertips. “Tig,” you replied, “fuck me. Now.”

And with that he pushed himself into  you, a gasp leaving your lips as your opening stretched tightly around him. “Fuck, (Y/N),” Tig breathed, “You feel so damn good, doll."

He began to thrust in and out of you slowly at first, but picking up speed once you began to circle your hips against him. You dug your fingers into his back, leaving scratches as he started pounding harder into your core, gasps and screams leaving your mouth with every thrust.

Tig lowered his lips to your neck, sucking on the skin behind your ear, then your collarbone, then your breast. He wanted to mark you, make you his. He wanted everyone to know.

"I’m so close,” he groaned as your lips found his once again, running your tongue along his bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth and clenching it between your teeth.

“Cum for me Tigger,” you begged.

After three more strokes, your walls were spasming again and he was pounding into you so hard and so deep that you felt it in your ribs and lost your breath. Tig collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily he pulled out and stroked himself to finish as he came on the bed sheets and your legs.

You moaned with satisfaction as you replayed the entire day in your head, “That was amazing,” you whispered with delight.

“Mhmm,” Tig mumbled into your shoulder.

You could feel a smile forming on his lips against your skin and you felt as if you were in heaven.

Tig rolled off of you and turned you on your side pulling you against him, spooning you. As your heavy eyelids began to flutter, you felt his lips against the back of your neck.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Tig whispered.

“Goodnight, Tiggy” you sighed as you squeezed the beautiful arm draped over your body.